From B to D to C to B.

We’ve been here since Monday, walking and resting and healing in room 11 of Pavilion 4B.

There are three other pavilions on this floor joined by four long corridors. When we walk, we pass all the rooms on 4B and then 4D and 4C before heading back to her room. There is a heavy fire door leading to 4A so we never go that way.

The pavilions are organized by cancer type. 4B is for woman being treated for gynecological cancers. I can’t figure out what is treated on 4C but 4D hits me hard every time we walk there. It is the pavilion for pancreatic cancer, the cancer that killed my father. There are mostly men there, about as old as my father was when he was hospitalized. They walk and rest and heal, just like us.

We walk slow, holding hands, and I remember that when my father was diagnosed I feared that there was nothing that could be done. But his surgery went well and soon he was back home making the best of the extra time he was given.

When Kathy was diagnosed I had the same fear, but again things have gone well.

So today I do not worry about tomorrow. I just walk these halls holding her hand, remembering my father and hoping for the best.

And we are all praying for Kathy. Also for you and Abby and Mary, who are her support system. We too are hoping for the best. Thanks for your your blog and for the updates from Mary.
Love to all from your friends, the Foleys and the Bedells in New York.

I wasn’t aware that your father passed from pancreatic cancer. Mine did too. It’s such an evil thing. I’m glad that Kathy is doing well and making positive steps in her recovery. I’m hoping that it continues. Keeping you both in my thoughts and prayers.